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Location:According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow!

A dragon that you've described after a friend or family member. It doesn't have to be so specific/accurate that they'd know it's them. (Like the snow above shares my mother's approach to learning English, but he's different enough that she probably wouldn't suspect anything.)

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Zmobie's home is a "Cyrpt" (that is what she has carved into a stone plate above the entrance, anyway) which she has built with her own claws despite her decrepitude. In there, she is waiting. For what or who, nobody knows -- she probably does not know either.
Sometimes, she is visited by daring young dragons who figured out how they can appease this undead:
Zmobie loves cranberries.

The first couple I have seen, the second is news to me - great story-telling

I didn't describe anything for someone I actually know (go fish!), so I'll leave this to the next one:

A dragon that you've described after a friend or family member. It doesn't have to be so specific/accurate that they'd know it's them.

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Location:According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow!

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Location:According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow!

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Location:According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow!